Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,67
sakes, where was the thrill in that?
“I don’t see any wolves,” Drake stated, clearly ready to move along.
Valor lifted his nose, sniffed the air, then he gestured toward the V.I.P. area. “There’s one through there. Texas pack.”
“Having you around is handy,” Nexi muttered.
If anything, Valor would save them time and at this point that was necessary.
She approached the roped off area, pushed the velvet curtain aside, then her steps faltered. “Jesus.” Now this made sense. Apparently, the hands-off rule didn’t apply in this room because these women were groped, feverously.
Briggs had clearly stepped in close to get a good view, since his voice sounded amused close behind her. “And I thought out there was good.”
“Disgusting,” Valor muttered before he pushed Briggs aside and pointed to his right. “There.”
Nexi followed his direction, discovering a woman dancing on top of a man whose face was buried in her breasts. Not hesitating, Nexi charged forward, pushed the woman off him, and grabbed him right between his legs.
“What the…” The man looked up, blinked, then his features filled with terror.
He grimaced from her tight grip as she squeezed his junk as hard as she could and drawled, “You’ve been a very bad doggy.”
Briggs chuckled. “That’s one way to do it.”
Nexi became all too aware that the crowd in the room had gone quiet as everyone focused on her. This couldn’t happen in here. He’d been the only wolf in the room and she had no wish to draw additional trouble their way.
Releasing her hand from his goods, she took his arm, then proceeded to drag him from the club. “You’re coming with me.”
“You weren’t supposed to know,” he shouted. “He said you wouldn’t know.”
She snorted, beyond annoyed at his stupidity. “Lazarus lied to you, idiot.” At the door, the bouncer blocked her way, and she sneered, “You don’t want any part of this. Move aside and shut the door.”
His eyebrows rose. Surprising her, though, he did as she asked. Nexi wondered what he saw in her expression to make him take such an order without pause. Right down to it, she was only glad he did. She didn’t want any interruptions, especially from mortals who didn’t understand the danger looming over them.
Once out in the parking lot—and clear of an audience—she threw the man to the ground. “You better get your lips moving and tell me what you know.”
The man glared up at her with fury. “I’m bound to tell you nothing.”
Before she could happily change his mind, he shifted into his wolf form and snarled at her. Black fur coated his large wolf form, but this wolf, compared to Valor, looked small. Nexi watched as he lifted his head and sniffed the air, and she wondered if he recognized Valor’s scent.
However, that hint of hesitation didn’t last long. The wolf pounced, and her anger did wicked things to her body as she kicked him in the chest, sending him back. “I’m going to break your silence or you face—one of the two.”
From behind her, Valor asked, cool and collected, “Do you want help with this?”
“Nope,” she bit off.
The wolf lunged again.
She twirled, kicking the back of his head, sending him snout first to the ground. He flipped over, let out a piercing howl and rushed her. Shifting in mid-air, his expression caused a bit of amusement to bubble up in her chest. Apparently, he thought he could win a hand-to-hand fight with her.
She planned to prove him wrong.
The werewolf, now in human form, came punching, kicking, and striking out with a need to kill. A pitiful display, as his moves were childlike, and at any point she didn’t doubt she could kill him. He possessed no skill, only the determination to stay alive.
Nexi had him beat.
As much as she wanted to tear into him, she couldn’t. Right now, this pervert happened to be her best shot at finding Kyden so she allowed him to think he had the advantage over her. A couple of his punches hurt, but most didn’t. Even so, she played along as if he truly challenged her.
He delivered a hard punch, jerking her head back, and he cackled. “You’re pathetic.”
The sound of his laughter, accompanied by the smug look on his face, sent a plentiful amount of rage seething inside her. When he dove forward, she slammed a fist straight to his jaw. He slowly raised his head and shock widened his eyes.
“That’s right,” she muttered. “Who’s pathetic now?”